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Collect Yin Supplent Yang referred to the thod of taking a woman's essence to stimulate Yang Qi, a technique practiced by n.

It was a cultivation technique from Daoism that promoted the joyful mutual growth of True Qi between n and won through the love of cloud and rain. A thod commonly known as Dual Cultivation that benefited all.

However, it was revealed by the whims of so sick bastard’s little… stick that the effect of increasing Inner Qi was hundreds of tis better if only one side enjoyed it.

Thus, thods that harm the other party were considered evil, and those that were mutually enjoyable beca a sowhat awkward and embarrassing knowledge for the sake of leading a happy household.

It didn’t stop there. Jianghu was vast and people had various… tastes, of course.

Collect Yang Supplent Yang also existed. In fact, there were sects that actually specialized in this, but they were deed public enemies of Murim that were incomparably evil and disappeared.

In contrast, the Heavenly Flower Hall, famous for Collect Yin Supplent Yin, was classified as a sect of the Orthodox Faction and still operated normally, which showed that the people of the world had quite the double standard.

After all, even a collection of erotic paintings based on Heavenly Flower Hall was recognized as a legitimate subcategory of the pornography industry that existed in these ancient tis.

And Collect Yang Supplent Yin also existed.

The most famous sect practicing it as its main thod was the Bliss Palace.

Ever since the founder of the Bliss Palace, the Coital Witch Seon Wooseol, vowed to give n the happiest deaths, countless n have sucked their last breath under the crotches of Bliss Palace disciples.

As it was a thod that hard others for training, Bliss Palace was naturally designated an enemy of Murim.

However, they escaped annihilation and fled far to the lands of Xinjiang, where they t the Demonic Cult, who happened to be raising the flag of invasion against the Central Plains and fostering a spirit of revenge.

As such, joining the Demonic Cult was the natural course of action.

Currently, the leader of the Bliss Palace was known as the martial artist Hamwol, the Xi Shi Divine Maiden.

Xi Shi was known as the Most Beautiful Woman in History.

However, the title of Xi Shi Divine Maiden was rather a very good indication of Hamwol’s thick skin rather than her beauty.

This was because she was the one to co up with the title of the Xi Shi Divine Maiden and even publicly called herself as such.

In response to that, the people of the Central Plains resignedly went, ‘Aiyo, whatever. If you say so, then it must be so. Fine, just be Xi Shi then,’ and simply changed one little word in her title.

Xi Shi Retard1 Maiden, Hamwol.

In the first place, she was a bitch who holed herself in the Demonic Cult, refusing to leave.

So people even stated they would love to slice that shaless face just once, lanting it as an eternal regret.

And in that regard, now was the opportunity to address such a grievance.

After all, the Xi Shi Retard Maiden Hamwol had secretly infiltrated all the way up to Hubei Province.

“Hehe, to think I have to kidnap the disciple of the Matriarch. This woman is not too keen on using such a nasty thod against my lifelong rival.”

The boy listening, the youngest Secret Pavilion Leader of the Demonic Cult, the Omniscient Iron-Mask Ji Seungju, thought with his characteristic expressionless face.

Fucking bullshit. What an absolute joke. A bitch who rely sucks out n’s essence calling the Zenith Among Won her lifelong rival? When she is only at the Late Stage Transcendent Realm, even at her piss-old age?

His true disdainful thoughts did not show on his face.

Ji Seungju was famous for never having shown any expression throughout his fifteen years of life.

That was why he was called the Omniscient Iron-Mask.

An expressionless face as if wearing an iron mask.

And a mind that sat back and seemingly saw through everything.

Thus, combining the two, he was the Omniscient Iron-Mask Ji Seungju.

“This must result in a success. The Supre himself has descended, after all.”

“The Supre himself! Is it really true? Is the Supre indeed here?”

Hamwol's face beca soaked in ecstasy.

“If this task succeeds, could this young girl receive the Supre’s grace? What do you think, Secret Pavilion Leader?”

Ji Seungju replied.

“How fucking ridiculous. Young girl, my ass.”

Of course.

Hamwol's eyes narrowed.

“Secret Pavilion Leader. It seems that your inner thoughts and words spoken have switched again, yes? But… ‘How fucking ridiculous’? ‘My ass’? Could you possibly be saying that to this young girl?”

“I apologize. It happens sotis. I tend not to talk much, so it has beco a habit to mutter to myself.”

Ji Seungju apologized with his perpetual lack of expression.

This was not new for the Omniscient Iron-Mask.

That was why among the Demonic Cult, everyone knew Ji Seungju’s outward and inward natures were completely different.

Hamwol seethed inside.

But another title for the Secret Pavilion Leader was the Demonic Brain.

It was the term used to refer to the personal strategist of the Supre of the Demonic Cult.

Basically, this expressionless, cocky, twisted little kid was the right-hand man of the Supre of the Demonic Cult.

Even though she seethed inside, Hamwol couldn't do anything about it.

As Hamwol simred in rage, the little kid spoke again.

“A kidnapping can be perford without the Xi Shi Divine Maiden necessarily getting involved. But since it is that very Xin Surin’s disciple, taming her is a tall task. And one that is more crucial.”

“Then, what if I accomplish that crucial tall task in addition to the kidnapping? Could I receive the Supre’s grace then?”

Lecherous anticipation flickered in Hamwol's eyes.

Despite being called the Xi Shi Retard Maiden, her beauty could indeed shake the world.

Outwardly, she seed like a sultry peerless beauty in her thirties.

Outwardly, that is.

What sin has the Supre committed to have to deal with this sixty-three-year-old hag?

Ji Seungju hid his inner thoughts and replied.

“.......If it truly cos to that, the Supre might indeed take notice.”

At the sa ti, he thought.

Ah. The position the Supre holds is truly a pitiful one.

Feeling pity for the Supre, Ji Seungju quickly changed the subject.

“So, you said there is a way to lure Xin Qing far away?”

“Is there anyone as easy to handle as a brat who thinks she’s a heroic expert of the Orthodox Faction? This young girl will personally step forward, so, Secret Pavilion Leader, just prepare to neatly tie up the bitch I lure out.”

Ji Seungju answered with his usual expressionless face.

“How fucking ridiculous. Young girl, my ass.”

Of course.

“Ah. My words ca out switched again, my apologies.”

Isn’t this little fucker doing this on purpose?

Veins popped on Hamwol's forehead.

----

Qing, who used Qinggong, was incredibly fast.

But why was she moving at such speeds?

This was because, beyond those mountains, Sichuan awaited Qing.

And above all, nurous dishes laden with spicy Mala flavors were eagerly awaiting her arrival.

Ma and La!

It was a challenge of fiery hot flavors. Only the brave could dare to embark on such a trial.

And as a heroic expert of the Orthodox Faction, Qing was obligated to take on this challenge.

Right as her appetite was practically propelling her along the roads…

“Soone, please, help!”

It was a delicate voice that tugged at the heartstrings of n.

Although Qing was in a woman’s body, her inner self was not.

Qing abruptly turned in the direction of the voice using the exquisite and miraculous Yue Maiden Footwork.

After pushing through the bushes, she found a half-naked woman exposed for all to see.

Her top was torn, nearly exposing all of her breasts, and her skirt was split up to her waist, revealing her underwear.

“H-Help, please help…….”

“What is the proble- Mmmm.”

Qing, not knowing where to look, gazed off into the distance.

Of course, her eyes couldn't help but wander around, sneaking in glances.

After all, overcoming instinct was not an easy task.

Then, the woman suddenly pounced on Qing.

The sweet scent of the woman’s body overwheld Qing’s senses, causing her mind to go blank.

“Uh. If you do this, it’s a bit troubleso- You can’t do th-”

“Heuk, heuuuuu.”

The woman burst into tears in Qing’s embrace.

Qing’s hands flailed helplessly in the air before gently stroking the woman’s back.

It was pure reassurance without any ulterior motive.

Ah. But by the way. She’s hella soft.

Qing had t and surveyed a wide range of city beauties while traveling with Peng Daesan.

Moreover, the beauty of the Divine Maiden Sect disciples who practiced Fairy Arts was extraordinary.

So she had actually just been wondering if her standards had beco too high.

Yet even so, the beauty before her was incomparable!

But, what’s this?

Suddenly, the woman urgently grabbed Qing’s hand.

“Great Expert, please help! Bandits have entered my village and……”

It was a typical story.

Bandits had appeared in the village, killing all the n and raping the won.

Such incidents were not uncommon in the Central Plains.

Qing slipped in an exclamation mid-story.

“My goodness, those sick bastards!”

“W-Will you h-help?”

“I’d like to cut them into little pieces and wipe them out right away. So, where are those bastards?”

“Ah! Thank you! Thank you. Truly……”

The woman clung to Qing and expressed her gratitude.

At the sa ti, Hamwol thought to herself.

My oh my. How so very easy.

Well, these so-called heroic experts of the Orthodox Faction are all the sa.

For won who had suffered, fellow female martial artists actually tended to be an even closer embodint of righteousness and justice.

Those male fuckers rely claid to be the Orthodox Faction. In reality, half of them would pounce with their 'sticks' if no one was around to see.

Of course, it was a technique Hamwol used often herself, yelling 'Thank you for the al!' and sucking them dry. But regardless, that didn’t change how much of a disgrace it was.

There were many variations to this technique.

For so of the more righteous or prim n, acting like she was burning up from an aphrodisiac worked wonders.

They were fucking idiots.

The body would explode if the aphrodisiac wasn’t relieved? Seriously?

If that worked, who in the world would ever use poison?

After all, with such a miracle drug, one just needed to feed them an aphrodisiac and watch idly by.

Now, if I lure this bitch deep into the hideout, I’m sure the martial artists of the Demonic Cult will handle the rest.

“Then, this young girl will… guide you.”

Hamwol feigned pathetic helplessness and took the lead.

And right as she took one step forward…

Pwuuuk

“Euk.”

Hamwol shuddered.

Her eyes wobbled before slowly falling downwards.

The tip of a blade protruding between her breasts seed to greet her with a smile.

As if saying, ‘Hello! Nice to et you. I’m Blade Tip’.

Hamwol was a martial artist of the Late Stage Transcendent Realm.

However, even the Transcendent Realm ant nothing in the face of a blade filled with Sword Qi stabbing her in the back when she was completely off-guard.

As she experienced her heart being torn apart, Hamwol desperately asked.

“Why… How…….?”

“Mmm, because it’s around four hundred points?”

“What… does that even…….”

Hamwol couldn't understand.

However, she felt wronged. Or rather, cheated.

I see, so you knew my face.

Yes. Since you are the disciple of my rival, Xin Surin, it’s possible…….

But how could a bitch of the so-called Orthodox Faction launch an ambush this naturally…….?

She didn’t have any change in her complexion, without even a sliver of killing intent…….

That was as far as Hamwol's consciousness went.

Thus marked the futile end of the vicious Great Demonic Adept who had sucked nurous n dry.

Qing pulled out the blade.

Ordinarily, martial artists would remove a blade in the opposite direction of insertion.

However, once the blade was inserted, Qing found that she preferred to remove it in a direction different from any of the sides it had entered.

Spurt!

The blade slid out from under Hamwol’s armpit.

Fresh blood gushed out profusely.

A fragrant aroma of blood that tickled the nose.

Qing took a deep breath, filling her entire lungs.

Huaaaaa, holy fuck! That’s the shit!

Right, this scent! I missed you so much……..

Qing grinned sinisterly.

As expected! From the very mont I left, I did have a pretty good feeling about this journey.

Can’t believe so rando Demonic Adept exposed her back to .

Qing nodded to herself thoughtfully.

Is it my lucky day today? Yep, it must be, /genesisforsaken

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